Part 1 of 2
There's a bit of over dramatic Ed in this and it is intentional, just so you know.

"You sure you have to leave?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, but there's no way around it. It'll only be a few days," Roy said, reassuring his lover that his absence wouldn't cause the end of the world. He pulled the strap of his bag up on his shoulder and looked up at the station clock. "Well, it's getting that time. Train should be here any minute now. I'll call you when I get there tomorrow night."

"I don't want you to go," the blond said, wrapping his arms around the bigger man's waist. He knew that the week would be one filled with agony and loneliness without Roy there.

"And I don't want to go either, but I've been assigned to this and I have to go." He embraced Ed back, kissing his forehead. He lowered himself down slightly until his mouth came to the other's ear. He whispered, "Listen, I've left something for you. Hopefully, it'll keep you entertained. It's wrapped under the bed, alright? And hey, Edward, I love you. Remember that."

Just as the words left his mouth, the train pulled in with a shrill whistle and puff of smoke. He pulled himself away and smiled, his fingers brushing back fallen hair from the blond's face. With a small nod and without another word, he turned away and stepped through the door of the passenger car.

Ed watched through the windows as the tall man made his way past the many rows of wooden seats, then took a seat next to the window. Realizing he hadn't said what he wanted to, he stepped forward and yelled out, "I love you." But as luck would have it, the loud whistle and rumble of the engine masked his words. He frowned as the train took his lover away.

Hunching over, he walked away from the station and back home. On his way there, he remembered what Roy had whispered in his ear, and curiosity got the best of him as he took off in a run, more than eager to see what it was that the raven-haired man had left for him.

He threw open the front door and in record-breaking time found himself rummaging blindly under the bed. As his hand touched something, he pulled it out, finding it not to be what he wanted. A shoe...a pair of socks...a smelly towel...a handful of dust bunnies...another shoe...a book he'd been looking for for nearly a year...and bingo! He pulled out something he'd never seen before; it was a box that was wrapped in blue paper with a red ribbon. Although it was nicely wrapped, even beautifully wrapped, he tore the paper to shreds as he opened it, not even sparing the bow that had been made from the fine ribbon.

When the box was stripped of its blue paper, he found it to be a plain box. Curiously, he opened the lid and let it flip over to the floor. He rolled his eyes as he realized what was in the box, reaching his hand in to pick up the stack of pictures. He examined each one carefully...very carefully. They were all of Roy, taken by Roy, and each one featured the raven-haired man in various poses doing various things. He became very fond of one in particular: Roy's eyes half-shut as he licked his index finger, his free hand grasping his erect length.

Ed smiled thoughtfully, wondering when Roy had taken the pictures. He ran his tongue over his lips, moistening them, then swallowed hard as the pictures became more graphic with every new image. A small moan broke past his lips as he squeezed his wakening erection through the tough fabric of his trousers, feeling the coarse threads rub against the sensitive skin. His heartbeat picked up as he gave another squeeze, his eyes locked on the photos. He could feel himself growing, his cock becoming more erect and harder with every clothed stroke.

But all good things must come to an end sooner or later and that was what happened once his mind came to a realization: Roy was teasing. Yes, this was his lover's way of teasing him from afar. He knew that the raven-haired man knew what affects the images would have on his body and by giving him the pictures and not being there for him to act on those hot desires and pounding sensations, he had succeeded in teasing him. As Ed looked back at the pictures fanned out on the floor, he realized that every picture seemed to say, "Haha, you can look, but you can't touch!" or "Don't you just wish I was there with you?" or "I'm so hot and you're not. We could fuck, but you're out of luck." Well, maybe not that last one...But definitely the first two!

Realizing his lover's game, Ed left the pictures on the floor then rose to his feet in a flurry of flailing limbs, cursing out loud as he almost lost his balance and fell back down. While his was mad, his erection became sad and whithered away, its purpose undone. He stormed to the front of the house dramatically, intent on giving Roy a piece of his mind. Making him so hot and horny and not being there to get him off? Not no, but hell no! He'd become quite dependent on Roy for his pleasure and relieving climax. When his body became so desperate for pleasure, when he was simply pushed to the edge of desire, he needed his lover to be there deep inside him, driving into him with such force the walls quaked in response. But he couldn't have that, because the bastard wasn't there!

Upon making it to the front room, he became even more upset once he realized that Roy wasn't there to yell and probably wasn't even near a phone. With a frustrated sigh, he plopped down on the sofa and got on his back to stare at the impressively boring ceiling. He needed something to do, but couldn't think of a damn thing. If Roy had been there, he would have a bunch of things to keep him entertaining, a bunch of very fun things.

He was bored and upset, so he did what he always did: He slept. Ed buried his eyes in the crook of his arm, his hand resting on his stomach as he forced his mind and body to relax. It didn't take long at all for him to become so relaxed that he fell into a very pleasant darkness that soon lit up in a world of dreams. However, these dreams were fueled by the pictures he'd seen of the raven-haired man. They rattled his mind, the images coming to life in such provocative manners that hours later, he woke up with a certain need needing to be dealt with.

Ed rolled off of the sofa, feeling hot and heavy as he made his way back to the bedroom. He unzipped his pants and fell on his stomach on the bed, his hand weaseling down underneath his body. He enjoyed doing it like this because of the tightness and pressure it placed on his hard length.

With his vigorous stroke, it wasn't long before he was breathing rapidly and pleasure overwhelmed his body. He was almost at the height of the event when his gaze happened to look back at the photos on the floor and the open box. He realized that there was something in the box that he hadn't noticed before. There was something more to Roy's gift.

Curiosity made him stop touching himself and wiggled his way to the very edge of the bed for him to reach down and grab the box, bringing it up on the bed. He picked up the mysterious object, finding it to be a long box. He shook it experimentally, then opened it.

"No fucking way," he said, a grin falling on his lips.

Of course, it made sense now. Roy had taken the pictures with intent that he would, in a way, still be there to please his lover. The raven-haired man knew what the blond's reactions would be to the explicit images and, therefore, had placed a second item in the box.

Ed ran his fingers over the cool plastic, smiling as he did so. It was a lot longer and thicker than Roy was, and he knew that it would definitely stretch him out even farther than he was now, but he also knew that he would gain a substantial amount of pleasures from it. Once his finger made its way to the bottom of the shaft, he found a small switch and found that the pleasure would be far greater than he thought as it shook in his hands. Just thinking about it inside him made his dick twitch and throb with new life.

As his gaze went back to the box, he found something else. A small, clear bottle. Lubrication. But unlike any regular lub, this one warmed as it was exposed to the air. They'd never tried the warming type of lubrication before, but he had a feeling that he was going to die from the immense pleasure he was about to give his body.

He had a newfound love for the other alchemist now, because Roy was taking care of him and his body from miles away. He laughed appreciatively, then set to work on stripping his body bare. But just as he was about to start the fun, he had an idea. He left the bed and went rummaging through the house, realizing how great it felt to walk around the house naked without a care, until he found it. As he made his way back to the bedroom, he fumbled with the options, then set it on the nightstand. He'd set the fancy camera to take fifty pictures, one every ten seconds. Roy would have a very nice gift waiting for him when he returned.

Smiling, he ran his tongue along the length of the false dick, a flash of the camera momentarily giving extra light to the room. Done with the, he reached for the bottle of lubrication and set some on his fingers. Tossing the bottle aside, he put all of his weight on one elbow with his southern region facing the camera, spreading his legs far apart. There was another flash as he traced his twitching entrance with the clear liquid, slowly easing two digits in. His head went back as a moan fell off his parted lips as he pushed the two fingers deep inside him, the lubrication doing what it said it could do on the bottle.

After he was certain he was prepared well enough, he gave a sultry look at the camera. He removed his fingers and decided it was time to go onto bigger game. He took the thick toy in his hands and used the lubricant on it, because without it, he knew it would hurt fiercely, not that he wouldn't mind the pain.

He laid on his back and threw his legs up in the air, placing the toy between his legs with the tip touching his dark entrance. Using a circular motion, he eased it inside him, a loud cry escaping his lips. He dug it inside him until he could go no further, feeling it brush against something wonderful. He spent the next minute slowly easing it in and out, getting used to the thickness and the warmth of the lubrication painting his inside. Then, once that minute was up, his finger fumbled down until he found the switch.

"Ah, fuck," he yelled as it pulsed against his insides.

With the intensity Roy might have used, he pounding it inside him. Yelps, cries, and moans mixed together as it hit his prostate repeatedly. He wrapped his free hand around his fully erect cock, adding to the pleasure as he matched rhythms with his other hand.

Every obscenity in the book fell off his lips and he cried out his lover's name, imagining that it was him inside him instead of just a store-bought substitute.

He could feel himself reaching the peak of the mountain that would give him such relief. He cried out loudly as his white seed shot into his hand and on his chest. Breathlessly, he pulled the wet toy out of his, tossing it aside as his body trembled with such fiery delight.

Ed sat up, his hair dampened and sticking to his forehead, to look at the camera, bringing his fingers up to his lips to clean off the sticky substance that had fallen there. Oddly enough, he enjoyed how he tasted. It was sweet with just a little saltiness to it; it almost tasted youthful.

Once finished, he gave a small sigh of relief and reached for the camera. He smiled as he looked back at all the pictures on the digital screen. But as he revisited the riveting event, he began to wonder...

How was he supposed to get these pictures developed?

This was my initial idea for the toy chapter, but when I got some very nice ideas and suggestions, there was one suggestion that I couldn't figure out how I would get to, so ta-daa, this chapter will lead into the next. Anyways, thanks so much for all of the wonderful ideas and whatnot! This fic is definitely going to continue!! XD

What's to come (not in this order):
-Maid outfit
-Getting a dog (this one will be more for laughs. NOT BESTIALITY!!)
-Human sundaes
-Threesome (go see the poll for results!)
-Caught in the act
-Phone sex
-Naughty cosplay (most likely Loveless because of the cat ears suggestion)
-Drunk Ed